Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
Beats upon my heart.
People twist and scream in pain, —
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
Neither stop nor start.
People dress and go to town;
I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
Or what shoes I wear.
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
More Poetry from Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems based on Topics: Mind, Pain, People- [Four Sonnets (1922)] (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Bluebeard (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Interim (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Renascence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- Ode To Silence (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)
- The Suicide (Edna St. Vincent Millay Poems)